Re: In the car: Amy/Si
[She looked up from the phone as he tugged. Tug, tug, and she let him. She tipped her head and looked at him in the glow of the dashboard's lights, and she was clarity without focus as she turned in the seat, knees up, and blinked at him. Her fingers touched his scratch-stubble jaw.] Okay, but you have to stay and sleep until morning. Or will you get in trouble? If you'll get in trouble, you can go back. I'm fine, Si. I promise. [And then she espied the sweatshirts in the back, and she leaned back and grabbed one. She tugged it over her carnival attire, and she began pulling pins from her tousled updo. One, two, three, and four, and on and on.]